We had dated for almost five years when she decided that I wasn't "the one." My emotions went from sadness to indifference to anger in a matter of only a couple of days—and they constantly jumped back and forth from emotion to emotion. It was a sudden breakup. The person who I had been preparing to ask to marry me broke my heart and didn't seem to care.
I was moping around the house feeling sorry for myself when I came up with a way to get her back. I knew her as well as I did anyone in the world and knew exactly what to do to maximize the effectiveness of my plan.
Her name was Ann. She was 22 years old with straight, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. She stood at 5'5 and weighed around 140 pounds. She wasn't overweight, just a little "meater" in places than she would have liked. Her 36B breasts looked smaller on her frame than their actual size. Her "meater" areas began around her hips and continued down her legs. Though I like a little meat on my women, she says that a woman's thighs aren't supposed to touch. Hers do and she was always self-conscious of that fact.
As I said, I loved her body just as it was. I told her that on numerous times and did my best to let her know, physically, that I wasn't just saying that to make her feel better. One of the things I enjoyed doing was licking and kissing her thighs and legs—two areas she considered to be problem areas. I would spend thirty minutes doing that, on occasion, before fucking her brains out.
I had always pretty much worshipped her body. One thing she really liked was for me to slowly strip her while I kissed and licked her. For example I would take her shirt off and before another garment followed, every inch of exposed skin would have to be licked and kissed first. Eventually, I would have her on her hands and knees, naked, moving back-and-forth from rimming her asshole to eating her pussy until she came. Then I would make love to her bringing her to another orgasm. Yeah, she loved this treatment, but never returned the favor.
For my idea to be as effective as possible, I would need a little help. The perfect person would be Amanda. I wasn't totally sure if she would go for my plan, but I was determined to try. I had met her several years before Ann and I started dating and though we hadn't stayed in touch she was still the wild bitch that she had been years before. She is 24 years old, 5'8 and around 135-140 pounds with straight, mid-back length, blonde hair. Though she was around the same weight as Ann, her height difference seemed to spread the weight out more. Though "her thighs touched," they weren't quite as large as Ann's nor was her ass. However, Amanda's tits are huge, to say the least, at 42DD.
Amanda and I had dated for about four months our first year of college. To say she was the wild type is hardly a good description. As are a lot of college students, she smoked quite a bit of marijuana and drank heavily. She also had an enormous sex drive. It didn't matter how or where, she was usually up for a good fuck. I broke up with her but only because I was planning to switch colleges—which I did and didn't want to worry about a long term relationship.
After talking to her on the phone, Amanda agreed to come visit me as long as I paid the airfare. Two days later, she was in my living room. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a pink, sleeveless blouse with a neckline that did nothing to hide her cleavage.
After the initial small talk she asked, "So, why am I out here? I'm sooo tired of wondering."
I explained the whole thing with Ann, and our breaking up. I showed her a picture of Ann.
"She's cute Joe. You poor baby," she said genuinely concerned, "Are you okay now?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just pissed," I replied.
Her eyes flickered with seemingly a knowing thought and smiled slightly before asking, "So, what are we going to do about it?"
I gave her a brief overview of my plan.
"Are you serious? And how do you know I will go along with that?" she asked, now openly smiling.
"Well, I will pay you..." she cut me off.
"I don't want your money. I'll do whatever you want me to do Joe, you know that," she replied moving towards me, "But when this is all over with, you're going to be mine for a while. Do you understand me baby?"
"Yeah baby, I understand," I replied as she pulled me in for a kiss. I broke it off soon thereafter but only because it was time for us to head out. I grabbed my black duffel bag full of goodies. I also had a digital camera and three camcorders.
We pulled into Ann's neighborhood ten minutes later. I parked at the neighborhood library and walked back to her house. We jumped the fence into her backyard and jimmied the backdoor to get inside.
It was a normal sized house with a front door that opened into a living room and a carport door that opened into the kitchen. Between the kitchen and living room was a small dinning room with a table in the center. A hallway led to the back of the house where three bedrooms, including the master bedroom, and two bathrooms were. One bathroom was located immediately off the hallway. The other opened into the master bed.
In the living room, there was a large leather couch across from the fireplace. A leather chair was located immediately off the corner of the couch and a television was in the corner of the room nearest the front window. I set up the first camera in the living room by the television pointed at the couch. The second camera I set up in the master bed. The third camera would be operated by either Amanda or I.
It was just after dark when Ann pulled into the driveway. We had been there for about an hour. To my surprise another car pulled in behind hers. As fate would have it, the occupants of that other car were her mom and 18-year-old sister.
We both hid in the first bedroom until we were sure everyone was in the house. When we were sure they were all inside, I nodded at Amanda to begin.
She hurried out of the darkened bedroom with her gun held high. The three ladies were in the kitchen talking away when Amanda and I rounded the corner.
"Everyone freeze," Amanda said authoritatively, "Hands on your head. Not a fucking word out of any of you."
During all this, I had the mobile camcorder recording everything.
"WWhhhatt...Whooo..." one of the women began trembling.
"Shut the fuck up bitch! Do you not understand what 'not a fucking word' means?" Amanda replied in a very pissed off voice, cutting her off, "Everyone in the fucking living room."
They all walked silently into the living room.
"You and you, on the couch," Amanda said pointing to Ann's mom and her sister, "Ann, sit your ass in that chair."
"Joe!" Ann said stunned as she took her seat. It wasn't until this moment that any of the three ladies had noticed me—or it hadn't seemed like they did until this moment.
"One more word out of you bitch and you will be so fucking sorry," Amanda screamed at Ann cutting off whatever it was she was going to say.
Amanda opened the duffel bag and pulled out two sets of handcuffs. She cuffed Ann's mom and sister.
"Any of you try any wise shit, you'll definitely regret it," Amanda said stepping back after cuffing Ann's sister.
"Who are you two?" Amanda asked looking at Ann's mom and sister.
"We should be asking you that question," her mom snapped.
"Well, bitch, I have the gun you don't. So I get to ask the fucking questions. Now who are you?" Amanda snapped back.
I had moved around in front of the couch to get a good picture of Ann's mom and sister sitting handcuffed, side-by-side. I then zoomed in on Ann sitting in the recliner.
"I am Margie Ready and this is my daughter Debbie," Margie answered. She looked into the camera briefly during her self-introduction to Amanda.
Margie stood around 5'7 and weighed around 160. She and Ann were spitting images of the other except Margie was 20 years older. She had slightly wavy, shoulder length, brown hair. Her breasts, I predict, are around a 38C. Margie's ass was relatively large, even for her age, as were her legs. Her upper body was a little pudgy here and there and made her tits look smaller. She was wearing an off-white, sleeveless, petite check peplum shirt and blue jeans that hugged tightly to her oversized ass and legs. Unlike her daughter's, Margie's tits showed well from a frontal view, but in relation to the rest of her body, they did not stand out as much as they would have on a smaller framed woman.
"Why are you doing this, Joe? Ann managed to say before Amanda glared at her.
"Because you shit on him bitch. You treated him like he was nothing. His feelings meant nothing to you after all those years. You are going to regret that really soon," Amanda answered for me.
"Whatever," Ann responded as if she wasn't too worried.
I zoomed in on Ann to get a good shot of her before everything began. She was wearing a light red, sleeveless shirt, with a round neck collar. From a frontal view, her tits could be seen pushing slightly against the fabric. From the side, you could see the swell of her breasts a little better. To go along with the abovementioned shirt, she also had on a mid-thigh (standing up) length, blue jean skirt. However, in her sitting down state, the skirt pulled even farther up on her thighs—to only a quarter of the way down.
Moving the camera around to the couch, I zoom in on Debbie. It was obvious that Ann had gotten the looks in the family. Though Debbie wasn't ugly, so wasn't pretty either. Though she is 18-years-old, at times she acts like she's 15 or 16. Being only three years apart, a rivalry exists between the sisters. Though they don't fight constantly, by any means, Margie always has to be conscious of this "underground rivalry," if you will. Debbie has short black hair, black eyes, and wears typical circular- rimmed glasses. Her skin, though pale, isn't as pale as say a gothic type. No matter what she does, she can't tan at all and routinely ends up sunburning very easily. Whereas Ann is just barely on the overweight side of average for her age, Debbie is simply overweight. However, she isn't enormous--at 5'8, 200 pounds. Unlike her mom and sister, her breasts are very large and are obvious in nearly everything she wears. I predict that her breasts are 38E. It was obvious, though, by the shape of her tits through the clothes she wears that her tits sag to some degree--how much I don't know. Debbie was wearing a striped, cap sleeved polo shirt and blue jeans. The v-neck polo shirt showed a fair amount of cleavage and it was really tight on her, easily showing the enormous swells of her breasts.
"From this moment, each of you will do exactly what either Joe or I tell you to do. Believe me when I say that you don't want to fuck up—the consequences won't be something you want to experience," Amanda began before looking at Ann, "Ann, stand up."
Ann did as she was told.
"You are the reason everyone is here. Everything that is soon to happen is because of your actions," Amanda continued as she stood directly in front of Ann, nose-to-nose. Amanda is slightly taller than Ann. Without warning Amanda leaned down and kissed Ann on the lips before Ann quickly pushed her away. Fortunately, I had been ready and had gotten a great shot of Ann's first forced lesbian kiss.
